Guess What's Back

Warning, this book contains MM interactions, hot bi-sexual menages, scandalous subject matter. This is a historical interracial multicultural adventure based in the French and Spanish New World colonies circa 18th century. Not for the faint of heart, the squeamish, or those looking for a sweet romance. Deals with martial infidelity, racial tensions in the slave era and The unique French system of plaçage. Please do not purchase if these tings offend you. This book has been revised from the original release.






Cherie Bonnet is the child of a gentleman planter and his placée (mixed race mistress). Diego de Aguilar was a true conquistador; a powerful duke and a captain in the Spanish Armada, and the former son-in-law of the king. From the moment he saw her, Diego had to make Cherie his own. Little did he know what keeping her would mean. Cherie’s fiancé, Étienne would move heaven and earth to be with her, even if it meant sharing her with Diego.

Together, the three face the worst society has to offer and the dangers of their forbidden love. Diego must learn to let go of his inhibitions and allow love to thrive. Cherie must learn the secrets of her family's past in order to face the future, and make her unusual situation flourish.

An excerpt from the book
“You come out of the closet now,” Diego said turning his attention back to the chessboard.

Merde! Cherie’s heart stopped dead in chest. How had he known she was there? Swallowing harshly, she commanded her feet to move. Christine was going to kill her. The only thing she could do was to beg for mercy. Marshaling her courage, she marched into the room.

“Monsieur, s’il vous plait forgive me. I meant no harm, truly. I only wanted to…well, um, see how it was done.”

A vicious punch in the gut could not have hit harder than sensation of blood rushing to his cock. After six long months of nothing Diego was suddenly harder than steel and desperate to sink himself in to any and every hole she had to offer. Who was this vision before him, and why the hell had he never seen her before? He tried in vain to recall what he might have done to have such a goddess practically dropped in his lap. Did she really say she just wanted to see how it was done? The little vixen had no idea what she had just gotten herself into. She stood nervously shifting from one foot to another waiting to see what he would do.

Diego leaned back in his chair to study the dream come to life in front of him. She had a complexion like peaches and cream all coated in warm honey. It made the mouth water just looking at it. And that body. She was not dressed like one of the working girls, and seeing as she was obviously a virgin she was probably some relation to the either Madame or her lover Didier. The dress she wore was modest but did nothing to hide the hills and valleys of her delectable petite body. Her hair was the color of a moonless night with a kiss of copper threaded through which fell in luscious curls to her waist. Ah, to wrap those locks around his fist as he rode home. And those eyes! An insufferably rigid hard-on got harder. She had the clearest, purest blue-green eyes he had ever seen.

Oh, yes she would be his.

“Come here niña.”